Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1887-02-10

1t was elaborate for dispatch, but
under the circu instances one could not
expect an outraged wife to transmit her
feelings by the slow mail. The DIS
patch read
"You are no longer the only drum
mer who is not lian as you have al
ways claimed. Let the fraternity make
YOU their thief in the art. Had you
taken the pains even TO look for the
photograph YOU saw your prayers to,
you would have discovered that / had
to tease yon- removed 1t. My faith
to YOU iH dead?
! The husband clutched his lair.
"Why, what did write her. any.
way''
/ After awhile his face cleared.
by Jove! l must have been piling
on the tatfy. That's what a man gets
for trying his best to make woman
feel good' Poor little dear, what a
fume she must be in! Lucky for me
she gave her grievance away. What
geese women arel Bless her little nod
lie, her faith shall be resurrected.'
Forthwith he teIegraphed to know
ing friend.
"Send me, first mail. photograph Of
my wife, Beg, borrow, steal it, get it
somehow. NUNS the word. Will
write all particulars soon"
About week later a drummer, in
d;gni6ed martyrdom. stood face to face
with stern, but very wept- out vile.
She expected to see him meek and
humble, but he gAzed upon her with
much scorn, and passed on to his room
IN crushing silence.
She Was amazed With quick i'm
pulse she followed, thanking heaven
that he had not locked h"r out.
WELL" she began. with wavering
courage, what have you to say tor
yourself noN?'
Coldly, cruelty be looked at her.
"l?" he queried. Woman, if it were
not for the overmastering love | bear
for you, should never look upon you
AGAIN"
His face convulsed with tragic suf.
!ering that was balm to her heart to
witness but she only sneered:
Can you explain the deception you
tried to practice upon mc1'
Can You obliterate the insult you
put upoL your husband in that un-
womanly dispatch? A woman with &c
little confidence in her husband would
be better Off to live alone. For my
part | am not only disgusted but dis.
enchanted. y
lie turned sorrowfully away and
bowed his face In his hands She ap
preached him and laid the letter which
had caused her such grief under his
eyes.
Read that Knowing you had nc
picture Of mine, wnat was to think?
What any intelligent, right-minded
wife would haye thought; you would
have said to yourself, He Is incapable
of deceit. lie has my picture some
wherc!"
But You did not haye it,
He looked ut her with sad, resigned
sorrow. His lips quivered as he sadly
murmured.
"oh. woman! without an atom Of
faith
Then he put his hand in his pocke
and produced her photograph.
"Oh. darling, forgive me! This ole
thing, taken long before we were en-
gagged Why | didn't know you ever
had one Of these!'
The restored confidence made hel
} pretty blue eyes swim in fearful JOY
She put her arms around him, asking
his pardon, caressine even his Goa
collar.
"My dear, said he, looking into he'
face with y grave but loving reproach
"!e. this I've warning. Never doub
me again. TO matter what appearance
may be. | can always look you squar
in the eye and say i am innocent
And sh. believed him -- Detroit TT,
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Men are strange creatures. Ihe'
will waste au hour hunting a cola
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